Hey acid-head, what's goin' onIt's Saturday night - you'll be up till dawnSo put on your make-up babe and shave those legsAre you wearing your silk stockings tonight? How about a hat?What's that white stuff sticking under your noseIs it powder or is it pure cokeWhat's the matter you look so confusedI suppose it's all part of the drugs you useYour lipstick shines it's red like bloodI can see paranoia creeping up your buttYour wig looks old but you just don't careWith your high heeled shoes you got so much flairBlowing up your mindBlowing up your mindBlowing up your mindYes you're blowing up your mindHey acid-head, what's in your purseYou got so many pills you could be a nurseYou drink too much and you act like a pigIf I did all that I'd be feeling real sickBut the night is young and you're flying highYou dance with the devil, unaffraid to dieYou never say no when given a gramWhite stuff - sniff it up you don't give a damnYou're all screwed up but you say that you're fineYou sleep with the devil when you're blowning your mindYou dance all night in your lowcut dressYour brain is buzzin' you're such a messBlowing up your mind............